jueves, 31 de marzo de 2011

Winter is hard in Kiruna woods. The trees complain. The squirrels don’t play. The birds don’t sing. And the loneliness makes the cold feel even worse. The sun hides behind the clouds, thinking the low light will bother me… but for me darkness is permanent.

It is said that in these woods, people die from cold but I believe that it’s loneliness that kills them.

My blindness will never stop me from what I always wanted to do… to love.“Oh thank you! Thank you for returning my man from the woods. I love you.”

Evan: So, do you think it might have worked?Kayleigh: Yeah... But that's not how things wound up... I'm with Lenny, Lenny is your friend... and that's where it ends.Evan:Well... Would it make a difference if I told you that no one could possibly ever love anyone as much as I love you? ...I'm not saying that, I am just saying it like if you were a girl, would that be something you would want to hear?

Evan: When we were kids, your dad was making a movie about "Robin Hood" or something...Kayleigh Miller: What do you want to know, Evan?Evan: Is... Did he... What happened in the basement?Kayleigh Miller: Look, it was a long time ago. Is that why you came all the way back here? To ask a lot of stupid questions about "Robin Hood"?Evan: No, I... I just think something really bad might of happened.Kayleigh Miller: Is there a point to any of this?Evan:Look... what ever happened, it wasn't our fault, we were kids. I mean, there is nothing that we could do to of deserved or could of done...Kayleigh Miller: Just shut up, Evan, you're wasting your breath.Evan: You can't hate yourself because you're dads a twisted freak.Kayleigh Miller: Who are you trying to convince, Evan? You come all the way back here to stir up my shit just because you have a bad memory? What? Do you want me to just cry on your shoulder and tell you everything's all better now? Well fuck you, Evan. Nothing's all better, okay? Nothing ever gets better. You know, if I was so wonderful Evan, why didn't you call me? Why did you just leave me here to rot?

Evan at 7: What time is it?Mr. George Miller: It's time for you to do what I tell you to do...Evan at 7: Wrong answer fuck bag. This is the very moment of your reckoning. In the next 30 seconds you're gonna open 1 of 2 doors. The first door will forever traumatize your own flesh and blood.Mr. George Miller: What's happening, how are you doing this?Evan at 7:It'll change your daughter from a beautiful child into an empty shell whose only concept of trust was betrayed by her own sick pedophile father. Ultimately... it'll lead to her suicide. Nice work, Daddy.Mr. George Miller: Who are you?Evan at 7: Let's just say you're being closely watched, George. Your other option is... to treat Kayleigh like, say like a loving father treats his daughter. Sound okay to you, Papa?Mr. George Miller: Yes.Evan at 7: Listen close then fuckbag. You screw this up again - I'll flat-out castrate you. What you need to do, is discipline your son Tommy cause the kid is one sadistic pup. One last thing...Kayleigh at 7:Don't ever touch me again!Mr. George Miller: I won't.

Evan: I just thought that you should know.Kayleigh Miller: Know what?Evan:That you were happy once... with me.Kayleigh Miller: You know there's one major hole in your story, there is no fucking way on this planet, nor any other I would ever be in some fucking sorority.Evan: You were happy there...

Alfred: I don't know what to say. Tristan's always been wild. You love him for that.Susannah: Do I? Yeah, I suppose I do.Alfred:Susannah, he does love you.Colonel Ludlow: Alfred! She's to be your brother's wife.Alfred: Yes, though you might better remind him of that.Colonel Ludlow: He's not here to defend himself.Alfred: No, he's not but I see you are here to defend him and what is his. Even though he's abandoned her and you. And I won't even speak of who else he abandoned.Colonel Ludlow: Damn you, boy. Don't you blame my son for Samuel's death! Samuel chose to be a soldier and soldiers die. Sent to be slaughtered by the men in the government. Parasites like you! Damn and blast you![turns to Susannah]Colonel Ludlow: Damn you too!Alfred: Shut your mouth! You leave her out of this!Colonel Ludlow: You get out of my house and off my land.Alfred: Why? Because I want to serve my country like you did? Or because, like you, I love a woman who doesn't love me? He used her and he deserted her. Your darling Tristan.Susannah: Alfred, don't, please.Alfred:I loved her! I love her still. And he stole her from me. If you want to know the truth of it he stole her from Samuel before the war.Colonel Ludlow: God help me, I'll kill you.

Alfred: When are you planning to be married?Tristan: Morning.Alfred: Damn you, Tristan. You will marry her.Tristan:And make a honest woman out of her?Alfred: Yes! God damn you to hell.Tristan: Yes, I will marry her if she'll have me.Alfred: If she'll have you? Do you love her? Or did you seduce her just to spite me?Tristan: It's not what I did.Alfred: And what about Samuel?Tristan: What about Samuel?Alfred: You tell me about Samuel.Tristan: We all loved Samuel. Samuel's dead. What?Alfred: How convenient that is for you.Tristan: Because you love her I will forgive you for that. Once! You say that again and we're not brothers.

Susannah: Were you going to say goodbye? Tristan? How long will you be gone?Tristan: Not long. A few months.Susannah:I can make it better for you.Tristan: No.Susannah: If we'd had a child or if I were pregnant, would you still be going?Tristan: Yes.Susannah:Just give me a chance.Tristan: Don't do that.Susannah:Look at me. Please, look at me. I'll wait for you. However long it takes. I'll wait for you forever.

Tristan, I have nowhere to send this letter and no reason to believe you wish to receive it.I write it only for myself. And so I will hide it away along with all the things left unsaid and undone between us.

lunes, 21 de marzo de 2011

A couple hundred years ago Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that 'til tomorrow, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity; you'd think we'd pay more attention to what he had to say. I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of pain, fear of rejection. Sometimes the fear if just of making a decision. Because... What if you're wrong? What if you make a mistake you can't undo? Whatever it is we're afraid of, one thing holds true: That by the time the pain of not doing the thing gets worse than the fear of doing it, it can feel like we're carrying around a giant tumor. And you thought I was speaking metaphorically... 'The early bird catches the worm.' 'A stitch in time saves nine.' 'He who hesitates is lost.' We can't pretend we haven't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time; heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still, sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrows run until we can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin meant. That knowing is better than wondering. That waking is better than sleeping. And that even the biggest failure, even the worst most intractable mistake beats the hell out of never trying.

domingo, 13 de marzo de 2011

Well, to begin with, nobody, and I mean nobody, can talk a junkie out of using. You can talk to 'em for years but sooner or later they're gonna get ahold of something. Maybe it's not dope. Maybe it's booze, maybe it's glue, maybe it's gasoline. Maybe it's a gunshot to the head. But something. Something to relieve the pressures of their everyday life, like having to tie their shoes.

JACK:You're a faker. You aren't dying. Okay, in the brainy brain-food philosophy way, we're all dying. But you're not dying the way Chloe is dying.

MARLA: You're not dying, either... Cornelius.

JACK: These are my groups. I found them!

MARLA:I saw you practicing this.

JACK: What?

MARLA: Telling me off. Is it going as well as you thought it would?

JACK: I'll expose you!

MARLA: Go ahead.

JACK: I've put in some serious time on these groups -- I've been coming for a year.

MARLA: Must've been tough to pull off.

JACK:Anyone who might've noticed me in that time has either died or recovered and never come back.

MARLA: Why do you do it?

JACK: Why do you? ... If people think you're dying, they really listen, instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.Everything else about credit card debts and sad radio songs and thinning hair goes out the window.

MARLA: It started with a lump. I went to a breast cancer support group. The lump turned out benign. But I still needed my Monday fix. So, I went to lymphoma, just to check it out. Dying people are so alive.

I met someone tonight. I don't know what to do. Her name is Clementine, and she's amazing.I'm a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.You know Clementine. She's like that. She's impulsive.

Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.

I believe in manicures. I believe in overdressing. I believe in primping at leisure and wearing lipstick. I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.